Time to get some shuteye so you can recharge for tomorrow’s climb.
Okay so all you gotta do now is hang your sleeping bag on the side of the cliff and… go to sleep. No biggie right?
All I can say is holy crap just looking at this picture almost gives me a heart attack. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to actually sleep that high in the air with nothing next to you other than a 1,000 foot drop.
I guess if you’re already into rock climbing at that level then sleeping while dangling off a cliff is just part of the adventure. But that’s a little too much adventure for me thank you very much lol.
In case you can’t read the lettering on the picture it says:
“For me the most fun of climbing was bivouacking, getting up in a wall and sleeping in god-awful conditions, in hammocks or just hanging from your ropes all night trying to sleep.
You really get into the rhythm of the wall. It’s all about the process, not the goal.”
First off, damn they just slept while hanging from their ropes sometimes, that’s hardcore.
And second off, I’m struck by the part where he talked of it being about the process and not the goal. That’s such a similar sentiment to the happiness and travel quote by Margaret Lee Runbeck that was posted here a couple days ago.
The whole ‘it’s not about the destination’ thing is definitely a universal truth (though a hard one to put into practice sometimes) and it’s really interesting to see how often it pops up in different aspects of people’s lives. One thing is for sure, I need to practice this philosophy more!
The plane is nudging this way and that, trying to orient itself to the airport’s runway. Rows of amber city lights bob in the little windows, there’s people down there but you can see them. Instead it all seems like one giant living thing with sparkling streetlights for veins.
The passengers in the plane stir in their seats and sleepily start into their own bit of orienting.
Buttoning back tray tables, smoothing out their wrinkled clothes, checking phones for who knows what. Basically it’s all rituals to busy themselves while mentally preparing to enter into this other place, whatever it means to them.
After all, once the threshold of the plane is crossed a whole mass of new sounds, sights, smells, experience will wash over you all at once… you’ve got to get your game face on.
Let’s face it though, most of us can’t be out travelling all the time… but nothing can stop us from wandering anyway ;).
I say taking a trip can be as easy as letting yourself dive into the mystery of a far away place. It can start with picture, a story, or whatever you can get your hands on in the here and now, all that matters is that you keep exploring.
And what blooms from this kind of exploration can be very, very interesting.
So to start things off with a good luck charm here’s a picture of a travel tag that I keep by my office door as a reminder to keep wandering even if I happen to be stuck in one place at the moment.